Qin Jiao thought for a moment, then walked over and sat on the stool across from her father. She said, "Dad, you've already done everything you could. For the rest, just let nature take its course. Don't overthink it."
"People who don't care about you won't care if you're in a good mood or not, but the people who do care will be very upset and worried to see you like this."
This was the simple meaning behind the saying: saddening those close to you and delighting your enemies.
Qin Zhonghui looked up. "Xiao Jiao, don't you think your father is incompetent and weak?"
"A little. But it's not that serious. At the very least, your values are sound. You're a family man, you care about your wife and child, and you're responsible." Qin Jiao smiled faintly. "See, Dad? Your good points far outweigh your bad ones."
After hearing his daughter's words, some of the sorrow on Qin Zhonghui's face dissipated, replaced by a bit of warmth.
